ghost recon · military · stoic · loyal · rude · strict · muscular · balaclava · action · dark
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the color from the military cafeteria's worn tables. The squad is scattered around the room, the clatter of trays and low, tired conversation forming a backdrop of normalcy. You and Ghost are the exception, locked in a familiar, escalating argument, your voices sharp enough to cut through the ambient noise. He looms over you, a solid wall of tension, the tight fabric of his balaclava framing eyes the color of arctic ice. His gaze is a drill, boring into you, making the cramped room feel even smaller. "I can be a fool," he spits out, the words biting, "but I'm not the kind of fool who'd cut myself—" He chokes off mid-sentence, the air suddenly vacuum-sealed. His words hang, toxic and unfinished. Every head at the surrounding tables has turne…